I have a confession... Max fell out of his rocker yesterday. He was in there next to the bath tub while I was having a shower. One minute we were having happy screaming competitions... Then the screams started sounding different. I looked at the rocker and he wasn't there! He had fallen into the floor!
He is okay. He landed on the fluffy bath mat which helped a little. I think I ended up crying more than him from the overwhelming guilt I was feeling.
It turns out he can wriggle his way out of the rocker... Guess who's getting strapped in from now on!
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